Song 21
Song 21
I came from death
I
Came
From
The
City
To
The red ship of life
Storming
Ascendant
Out
Of
A
Blazing
Golden
Sun
Beauty
Her ever glorious captain
Her
Sails
Bravely
Aflame
In
The
Yoga
Of
Her
Articulation
&
My
Poor
Laughing
Self
Knowing
I
Will
Never
Be
The
Same
22/6/12
Vision & ‘sayings’ affecting poem: ‘The Ship of Life’ as I saw the dark silhouette of a ship: either against, (or emerging from)… the backdrop of the Blazing Sun of the Self. (22/1/12) ‘I came to death, I came to the city’. (22/6/12) ‘You will never be the same again.’ 20/6/12 ‘The yoga of articulation.’ (22/6/12)
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